Black Poetry : I DON'T COUNT THE WEEKENDS

[cursed heart]

I DON’T COUNT WEEKENDS



It’s Saturday night
And I’m sitting outside
Hoping the trees whisper a breeze to caress my body for comfort

The stars are laughing at me
Cause I’m humming love songs to the moon
These dazed lyrics share with me the memory of love

I’m wishing that the next car that rides by,
bumps to the beat of my heart
I’m hoping he’ll stop just to say
Pretty faces with warm vibrations should never be alone
Wanting to feel emotions for an untouched soul
So here is the missing piece to complete your whole

But reality hits me
My heart starts shivering
Flashbacks of the nights that my love seat was empty
Trying hard not to call Mr. Do It All but hold me
Unfelt messages left on the answering machine
Trying to make believe love is calling me, singing with me

So I figure I’ll ride the wave of song waiting impatiently
But if that scene never plays a part for me
And that tune never plays on my radio
I’ll be flowing alone to my own demo

Singing
I’m waiting for love
Wanting for love
Tasting the thought of love
I’ll never give up No I’ll never give up

 

[nevar]

ahhhhhhhhhhh this is so endearing flow on my beautiful sista or should i say Poet of the Week!!!!!!!!!

 

[Kori]

wow It's been a long while since i've visited this sight and this poem was a great reason for me to keep coming back. Thank you this was filled with emotion, imagery and very skillfully written and easy to relate to. Maybe even too easy.

 

[$$RICH$$]

this here was outstanding wow!
wait no longer as the sound of love
is playing to your tune

 

[cursed heart]

Thank you for the love nevar girl,kori and rich
Much love poets!